Free Dust: (Part I: Sandstorms) by Lochlan Bloom

connection with Brazil. Instead, he tried searching for some of the phrases in the script but that produced far too many results to make sense of.
    Having yawned twice, he decided to continue reading in bed and as he undressed he noticed three small red lumps, close to each other on his upper left arm. He must have been scratching them idly throughout dinner as they looked slightly inflamed.
    ‘A mosquito’, he thought, ‘or perhaps three mosquitos.’
    An image came to his mind of three identical mosquitos, wearing bowler hats, travelling everywhere together like some old-fashioned theatre troupe, leaving these three red marks as a form of symbol. It was a strange kind of symbol, if that was the case.  His arm itched like hell. No, perhaps it was a symptom of something.
    Opening another tab he searched for any information about his affliction but the results were ambiguous. Most of the pages he found seemed to suggest that it was just a mosquito bite but then, as he read more, he discovered that it could also be a sign of early stage Pemphigus vulgaris . Some of the images of blistered skin were particularly disturbing.  He searched various reference sites and forums feeling slightly nauseous and telling himself it wasn’t productive to look at these sites.
    At the side of one of the pages an advert read: ‘Meet hot girls in your area’. It was accompanied by a picture of a young Latino teen in a bikini bending for the camera. It was quite bizarre, he thought, that they should have this advert on a page about skin diseases but he opened a private tab and searched for pornshute anyway.
    The site was one of his favourites because the streaming was generally very fast and consistent and most of the clips were good quality resolution, at least compared to places like fucktube . It contained a seemingly endless stream of content all filmed with a certain realist style. He flicked from one clip to the next rapidly opening new tabs – a lesbian couple who discovered each other’s pleasure ‘ for the first time’ , a horny wife who wanted to swallow hot cum fast, a lusty blonde who wanted her tight little pussy pounded – he chose the clips impulsively, scanning the thumbnails for a shot that looked enticing or some glance that suggested a ‘ human connection’ .
    Although the clips were short he watched each one for only a moment, some addiction making him flick on, wanting more. The greater the humiliation or discomfort on the face of the actress the more he felt aroused, the more he wanted. It was like falling into a hole.  A Filipina girl cried beneath the weight of a potbellied white man with greying pubic hair. Her little chicken-yellow body looked so fragile it might rip under this old letch. A tingle of excitement mixed with guilt. She looked very young but it was only a performance wasn’t it? He couldn’t be blamed just for looking at it? Even if it was realistic. She whimpered loudly as the weight of the man’s torso forced her face into the pillow.
    Apart from the paper thin walls, the other problem with his room was the bed, which made a terrible squeaking noise every time he lay on it. As a result he had to stay as still as possible, the volume turned down low, as his forearm moved quickly back and forth. He was not able to hear as much as he would have liked but the headphones were downstairs.
    He was enjoying one artfully shot clip titled ‘ Young ebony slut enjoys double anal’ when the battery on his laptop died. It was a real piece of shit and he generally had to keep it plugged in otherwise the battery barely lasted twenty minutes. To make matters worse the charger was downstairs as well so obviously he would have to carry on without it.
    He closed his eyes trying to conjure up the image of the young ebony slut again but he couldn’t concentrate. Instead he tried to pictu re Catarina, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she went down on him, struggling to fit him entirely into her perky